Since 2002, Organic/Mechanic has been the personal website of Adam Harvey.

For Summer

My beast fears me
as we fear
the Lord.
Its only sins
inherent, strewn across my
days in hair and den scent.
I do not care for this, but I care that
it trembles when I come to it;
howls when I walk away.
It roams my home, avoiding
me. It hackles at any approach
not mine. I give it all it needs,
but it still will not come
when I call.
I listen to it snore in the
other room and
sit, like God,
alone, with cold
and empty hands.

My dog is crazy. I love her very much, but she was ob­vi­ous­ly abused by whomev­er owned her first. She’s def­i­nite­ly an Omega in a pack, and treats me like I’m a hy­per-Alpha. I ba­si­cal­ly a god to her, and this po­em is an ap­pre­ci­a­tion of that irony.